When I hear any one speaking about me
It surprises my ear, my heart, and my mind
How can he know me when I don't know myself
You can see my outer self,
But you cannot see my inner self
In secret, I weep, cry, mourn, and fear
Though not shedding even a single tear.
MyKoul
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